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Words Rule!!
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I love poetry. AND DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A GEEK! OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD WITH MY 22 GAGE!!!! Just Kidding. Poetry is definately not geeky. Its awesome! My former English teacher...we'll just call him Mr. English, Could never leave a poem or story what it was. It always had to be somekind of metaphore...had to have a hidden message somewhere beneath the shell. Well here poetry can be what ever it wants...just as long as it something to do with fantasy! If you have a poem that you would like to share with ciber space...Email it to me at: [email protected]
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The Dark
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The blackness creeps on cloven feet,Through the feilds and down the street.And in its shadows, with movements fleet,Awaits the dark smiling sweet.His silver fangs glimmer with spite,As he dreams of dying light.All his plans have gone just right,Hear his laughter in the night.Questing long, in search of pain,His skin shines brightly in the rain.From far away it was he came,People fear him for his fame.Killed with claws, a sickly green,He will eat you rancid spleen.When he's through, smile he beams,In the darkness, someone screams.You hear the crack of the splintered skull,Sharpened knives on his skin dull.Dripping blood he takes his prey,You can only hope for day. To Be Continued....
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The Dark (continued)
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His teeth are stained a ghastly red,How many more will you find dead?The horror throbs within your head,When will he be fully fed?Those who fall within his sight,Do not live to see the light.Bones were snapped by his pure might,But now he slides into the night.The blackness goes from wence it came,And in its shadows dark does the same.A satisfied smile adorns his face,As he runs from light's embrace.Maybe he will leave this time,Ending all his deadly crimes.But when the light fades to dusk,You will smell his evil musk.BECAUSE...When darkness creeps on cloven feet,Throught hte feilds and down the street.In its shadows, with movements fleet,Awaits the dark smiling sweet.
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